ausume

How did we get here, how the hell
pan left, close on the steeple of the church
how did I get here, how the hell
christmas, christmas eve last year
how could a night so frozen be so scalding hot
how could a morning this mild be so raw
why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor
of memory
when single frames of one magic night
forever flicker in close up
on the 3D imiax of my mind





I've always loved those lyrics...